I see you in the cemetery
I watch you disappear
Counting all the gravestones
Do you know that I am near?
Your footprints led me through a maze of wire and snow
If I pocketed your sun, would you ever know?
I found you skin and bone
Beneath the trees I've grown
I took you to the haunted house
To keep you from my home
And as you're getting cold
Your skeleton grows old
And when the church bells ring
The bird will never sing
Abandoned in a box
Made of sticks and rocks
Wheeled into the waiting room
Sit idle by the clock
Stitches split your skin
The shapes they draw are thin
The nurses gather 'round
To hear your sacred sound
The hole I dug for you
Is wide enough for two
You're buried by my mother's house
Beside the morning dew
Your coffin's made of bolts
You haven't got a clue
This song ticks all the boxes for me. Guitar sounds, vocals, song structure. I can't put my finger on any one factor, it all works together to make a really great song. malfunction54
Dirtbag Transformation: "What is this?" was my first reaction. But what an amazing song. It reminds me a bit of the Pixies in how it pulls together dissonance and then resolves. malfunction54